The Forked Road

You can go Out on your own But they can take That forked road Oh, I'll fill their shoes I tried out all their moods God, I'm trapped I'm on the Moon (I'm on my own) I'm the master pretender I'm wearing his face I'm wearing his ring All hail the king You don't know What I'm yet to be Oh, you'll see Paving is laid On that forked road I'll take your coat Then I'll take your king